'bite my lip and close my eyes'

my roommate KT is a huge, huge lame ass.

i just came home from drinks with school friends and have become a bit prematurely nostalgic. it's so weird that some of my closest friends are in their late 30s and 40s. you'd think we wouldn't have things to talk about or lots of overlap, but it's completely the opposite. i could have sat at lucky lounge drinking $4 appletinis and talking for hours and hours more.

i wonder when the next time i have sex will be, and with whom. my sex life seems to be on hiatus - why didn't anyone consult me? i'm too unhappy with my body right now to entertain new suitors i'll feel nervous about, yet i feel most of my old paramours are out of the picture (distance, distaste, inaccessability).

i seriously think i may have lost brain cells watching britney and kevin's reality show on wednesday. and to think i had forsaken house to see it. yuck. i always thought the britney as white trash thing was a bit jokey, but, um, no.